With that, Haemon would draw his weapon back and give a mighty howl as he gave an over-hand toss with his sword. It was meant for Naffkop, the Ork he’d watch slay one of his last, precious marines. The sword embedded itself deep into the beasts skull just between the eyes. It would send the Ork to the ground with a dull groan and then a hard thump. It was justice.

“For Tydeus. . .” his last words before Zed lunged forward, plunging his choppa through the power armor and deep into the marine’s gut where a simple twist would shred vital organs. Haemon slumped forward until all his strength left him and he fell to the ground, dead.